blurgh

... pretty much sums it up. Nothing to blog. Feel like crap on a stick, oh stop booting my bladder. Boss feeling yucky I'm feeling yucky. Hubby had cooked me a meal this afternoon. He's such a nice man masha'allah. But I came back to the smell of burn. "Did you burn something", "Yes, I nearly burned the house down". "Lovely. Anything else you haven't told me?", "I had to run out with the pan on fire and throw it into the garden - the neighbours ran out and tried to climb the (6ft) fence and asked if I was alright when they saw the explosion", "Explosion?!?", "Yes the fat caught fire because of the mustard seeds", *stunned silence*, "And anyway, good job the door was open because I was going to throw it out of the window but thought maybe I'd burn the net curtains" (*begins to wonder if I should praise him for this but stop myself in case it encourages him*), "so no harm done". "My plastic plates are charred", "Well, yeah, there was a fire ... " *no I mean MY PLASTIC PLATES ARE CHARRED!!!!*

Meal was good and I didn't have to cook it so ... bonus about the house not being burned down.

Brother and his wife went for their first scan today - I got a piccie via gmail. It looks like her. I dreamt they had a really "energetic" baby and apparently the kid wouldn't stop bouncing at the scan and they had to stay quite a long while to get a good shot of it. Hmm.... bouncy kids...

I'm pooped.

Night kids xx